"This will be our last day together." Martin said beside Sheila, who was without clothes.
Martin felt it hugging her from behind and caressing his body.
"I know you can't resist me, Martin." Shiela said to him while looking at him intently.
He looked at the woman who brings him joy. He smiled at her. "Yeah, I really can't stand you."
"Come on, you're going to play the father to Ashley, right?" She asked him, teasing him again.
He just laughed and shook his head; he needed to go home to carry out the plan he had in mind.
"Let's sleep now," Sheila told him.
He just nodded and lay down without any clothes on, he could feel the soft skin of his partner now, he closed his eyes then. The surroundings were also quieting down.
He was sound asleep when he noticed someone sitting near their feet. He just ignored it, thinking his companion might have just woken up, but he was puzzled because he felt it.
He was very sleepy as he peered out to see who it was, rubbing his eyes.
The surroundings were dark, but the lampshade in Sheila's room illuminated the face. Martin was startled by what he saw back then, it was looking sadly into the distance, its hair was somewhat wavy, it was wearing a dress that was melancholic, the shape of its body was noticeable.
He looked at the sleeping Sheila, and then turned back to the woman quietly sitting at their feet. She was silent, watching something. He was about to wake Sheila up so she could also see which woman had entered their room.
Their eyes suddenly met, and he signaled for silence. He felt a chill from its smile; its gentle face was replaced by one of vengeance, slowly approaching him.
Are you enjoying, cheating with your wife? The woman asked him, her voice mingling with the air, causing goosebumps all over his body.
"Who are you?!" Martin growled asking the woman who was crying blood and had many bruises on her body.
The woman smiled at him. You know me well, Martin. Shh.... Be careful of karma. It suddenly disappeared like a bubble from his sight after he uttered those words.
Someone tapped him and he immediately flicked it off with his palm.
"Ouch." Sheila said softly.
He just turned away.
"What happened, Martin?" Sheila asked him as she also got up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He apologized to his companion. He just held his forehead.
"I've been watching you for a while, you seem to be having a nightmare." Sheila noticed what he's doing right now.
"No, it's not that big of a deal." Martin forced a smile at his companion.
Sheila just nodded in agreement, then looked at the time.
"Let's sleep again for a while." She suggested to Martin.
He smiled meaningfully at her, embracing her naked body, feeling its softness.
"My night will be sad again," she said to him while looking at him sadly.
He just laughed and kissed Sheila, "Will you accept my parting gift?" Asked Martin "I will impregnate you this time." He whispered to Sheila's ear.
"You're so playful, hon." She chuckled softly.
"I'm not, let's have a child together, Sheila."
"Satisfy me." Urging him playfully.
"I always satisfy you, hon." Martin smirked while saying that word.
Their bodies were ablaze once again, both of them naked, he squeezed Sheila's sensitive parts.
"You're so wet," he whispered and nibble her ears, causing Sheila to gleefully laugh.
He immediately buried his cock, causing Sheila to moan for a long time due to his actions.
"Gosh, you really big," as if Sheila satisfied his big man.
Sheila's movements were now in sync with his daring actions. Sheila just hugged him, and the room was once again filled with moans from their shared moment that only they knew about.
"Keep going, grind me there, yes there." Sheila is also gasping in the happiness she feels, he is also close to reaching the destination of their bodies. Martin also moans with every encounter Sheila has with him.
"Y --- You really good." He moaned "I might impregnate you, I'm almost there." He said while moving their bodies in sync.
Sheila climbed on top of him, and he just let her dance in front of him, holding the large boobs that were rising and falling, he could only close his eyes to what he was feeling.
He can hear Sheila's moans turning into loud groans. A passionate kiss was given to him by Sheila, their lips almost colliding.
"I almost there." They switched positions and Sheila was underneath.
"I'm almost there too."
Their bodies were speeding up as if they were racing, he noticed his body was getting warmer, so he made his movements faster and faster, but Sheila didn't back down. Until they reached the prize.
"So hot." Sheila was panting as if, even though they were in an air-conditioned room, they collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat.
"You will surely impregnate me, Martin," Sheila whispered at him.
He smiled at her, "My sperm is very healthy." He said, boasting.
"I know you will take responsibility of it." Sheila said it to him.
Martin only smiled at Sheila "Of course."
After they shared their body's craving, they fell asleep soundly again. Since he had work even on Saturdays, he set an alarm, and this was the day he would stay at home and be with his family again.
He will see Sharlene again.
This time for sure, I will reject her in my life, including Ashley. I don't care about that mother and daughter anymore. He could only say it in his mind.
Sheila was still sleeping when he left her, so he left a short message written on paper and placed it on the table.
He went in and drove to the office; he still couldn't forget the woman he saw that night. He tries to remove it from his mind, but it keeps coming back.
Because of his speculations, he didn't notice that a little girl was hit by his side mirror while crossing. He immediately hit the brakes, anxious about whether he had hit the girl who crossed.
He immediately went down, looking for the child who had crossed. It was there watching him, wearing a hospital gown. He couldn't make out its face, it suddenly vanished like a bubble from his eyes back then.
So, he pinched his cheek to see if he was dreaming, but when he felt pain in his cheek, he slapped it, proving he wasn't dreaming. He was still standing there as if watching something.
Your imagination is kicking, again, Martin. He even scolded himself back then. He went back to his car and immediately drove off.